A little over a week ago, on a whim and a case of wander-lust, I registered for the Half of Quincy half marathon. A few New England friends were running, it was close to home, and I have been itching to actually race a half marathon for a while now. As race day approaches this weekend, I feel myself, for the first time in years, putting my game face back on.
In the non-stop exercise science experiment that is myself, we will see how this race goes. I have not been running distance. I’ve put in a few 13 milers in the last few months, but no serious mileage, other than maybe a daily 2-3 miler. I have, however, hit the plyometrics and weights hard. I’ve made the plyo box my b*tch. Burpees are the pain I can’t get enough of. If I can’t fatigue my muscles to the point of them shaking at least 5 times a week I just don’t feel right. It started as a coping mechanism (and I’ll admit, sometimes continues to be) for all of the crazy emotions I’ve run through the last few months. I’ve learned that the worst thing you can do is hold the feelings and pain in. But for me, it’s easier to process and “feel” everything while I’m also feeling my lungs burn and my legs ache. Healthy? Not quite sure. Could certainly be worse. And it is kind of funny when I’m hammering through a hill in a spin class, coming to some profound realization, only to realize everyone else is 30 seconds into recovery/water break. Whoops.
Excuse the “endorphins are my therapy” tangent. Back to the point. I’m physically stronger than I’ve ever been, though endurance has not been my focus. And thus, I want a PR. A sub 1:50. The principle of specificity says I’m going about this all wrong. The crossfit people claim long distance running is overrated (or something like that). This certainly isn’t my first rodeo, my legs are more than capable of 13.1 miles, even on a bad day.
So, is a PR possible? Only time will tell.
T-minus-3 days until I find out.
Yesterday I ran myself into the ground after probably the 5th day in a row of two (sometimes three) a day workouts. Nothing like not being able to keep your eyes open….or make it up a flight of stairs…at 9:00 pm. My body is tapping out, thus taper (can we call it that?) time has begun. Water, water, water, clean foods, and some easy miles.
I want this. Bad. Half the battle in this game is mental. And I’ve come a long way…